Tonight at the dinner table Alice asked if we had ever seen a rockstar.  We told her about the good ole' days when Jake and I used to attend concerts on a regular basis--before she was born.  She asked where she was.  "You were in heaven, Alice," says mom.  To this she replied, "I don't like heaven--I like cheese better."  Then she popped a piece of cheese into her mouth. ???

My daughter is 3, going on 21.  At least that's what Jake told a lady on Saturday when she asked how old Alice is.  I think it is true.  Alice informed the lady of her name and proceeded to spell it out (A-L-I-C-E).  Then she told her that her sister's name was Roxie, and was kind enough to spell that too.  I am pretty sure our kid has turned into that precocious child that I was always annoyed by.  Me, "My kids are never going to be that obnoxious!" 

 

As obnoxious as she can be, she is always doing things that put a smile on my face.  For example, last weekend I purchased some new nylons for church.  Alice thought the box was super cool and asked if she could have it.  Uh, sure.  Later that day I found this in her sock drawer.  She stuffed a pair of her tights in the box.